Monday, February 7, 2011

This Hour We Give Thanks

Black Birds in Tree in Yard. Photo by Bruce Barone.

We are formed and molded by our thoughts. Those whose minds are shaped by selfless thoughts give joy when they speak or act. Joy follows them like a shadow that never leaves them.
  – The Buddha

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  1. I believe those words with all my being.

    The birds in the photo look like the starlings we get here now and then, moving in swarms, like ribbons!

  2. Now, tell me what the blackbirds were saying.

    Your talents help fill my spiritual well.

    Garden & Be Well, XO TAra

  3. Thanks for visiting Ruth!

    Tara, they say:

    Four male cardinals
    in the pine trees and
    dozens of sparrows
    fluttering about
    the birdfeeder, Oh God
    all is
    crystal clear
    this morning
    give us this
    day and when Jesus was
    baptized he went up
    immediately from the water
    and behold the heavens
    were opened and he saw
    The Spirit of God
    descending like a dove
    and alighting on him
    and a voice
    from heaven saying
    this is my beloved son
    with whom I am
    well pleased and
    in our baptism
    God will find
    among us a dwelling
    to comfort and
    sustain us
    peace is
    the peace
    of obedience
    the kitchen table where I sit
    to write, to see
    is in front of a window
    looking out I see this morning
    snow falling, birds feeding
    a cardinal, a woodpecker
    crows, squirrels, I see
    the bushes and trees
    that will need trimming this spring
    and in the distance the tree tops
    and the sky, look up
    see in the infinite what I take
    sometimes to be the ordinary, lift up
    your eyes and look
    around at the day
    give us the strength
    refreshed in body
    and spirit enriched
    by the meaning of today
    the window
    the snow
    the birds
    and then I
    wander a bit
    thinking of the goals
    I have set
    down on paper
    change is like black nights
    icicles form from everything
    the pine tree, the oak
    the bird feeder
    the gutter, they fall
    toward earth
    it is one
    in the afternoon
    and snow
    just started falling
    lightly, I watch
    I remember
    Mary Queen of Scots
    it is rumored from whom
    I am descended, it says here
    Questa famiglia originaria della Scoizia
    E nobilissima in molte citta,
    Ed e divisa in molti rami
    The Barone family, my family
    Originated from Scotland
    Mary's son King James VI of Scotland
    Became King James I of England
    King James great grand daughter married
    The King of Itlay
    It is noble in many cities and
    Is divided into many branches it
    Had many fiefs and illustrious men in court
    In the magistrature, in the army
    And in the church it was
    Conferred high chivalrous honors and
    Was vested with the holy orders
    Of Malta from the 15th Century
    It includes, as branches, the Counts
    Of Casola and the Marchesi di Liveri
    The title was granted in 1710
    To the celebrated literary figure Domenico
    Director, San Carlo Opera, Naples
    Praised even by Giambattista Vico
    In an assembly of praise of him
    Made by the Academitrician in 1735
    The family is listed in the Registry of Neopolitan
    Feudal families and numbered among
    The patricians of the Republic of Marino
    The Republic was represented in Lisbon
    By the Court of Casola and Marchese di Liveri
    By Napoleon Barone son of Marchese Pasquale
    Who had as his grandmother Maria Filomarina
    Of the Principality of Bocca
    Title to Alfrede Domenico Barone
    Held from 1869-1952 also as the Count
    Of Casoli in the Registry of Nobility
    Melchizadek descendant of Pasquale
    and likewise Alfred my father
    or so the story goes there is
    a castle and a title
    or at the very least a story
    that belongs to me in Italy
    I write to know
    with you I am

    P.S. My brother, The Poet Laureate of West Hartford, CT., writes a week or so ago:

    "I thought you might like to know this information I got yesterday about the Palazzo Barone in Liveri, Italy. Maria Frank, the U of Hartford Italian professor, emailed me a couple of weeks ago from Lauro, Italy. That is the town next to Liveri. Her sister lives in Lauro. So I emailed back and asked her if she could get information or a picture of the house in Liveri. She explained to me in Italian and I'm not sure if she checked it out or her sister. Anyway, one of them or both of them went there, spoke to the mayor, looked through the locked gate. The property now belongs to the town. It is in ruin. In recent years overflow from a nearby mental hospital were placed there. There is a big locked gate and one can't get in -- danger from falling stone. Pretty neat!



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